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Dear Lord!
That face, those eyes, those merciless black eyes from some sunless stygian pit in the bowels of the nethermost regions of hell. I hoped to never return that calculating, impenetrable gaze, ever again. The malignant intelligence, the steel-coiled muscles rippling beneath tawny fur, the unspeakable ears, this is a foul recipe for macabre horror on the most profound and mind-blasting level. I can barely type.
It’s a marmot.
-GH
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